Tag: short and sweet

Hoppy Easter!

This is more brief announcement than a post. The next installment of the Animal Headed John series will go up tomorrow night, as today I was busy hiding old Valentine’s Day candy in little plastic eggs in my house for my housemate to find, and greedily drinking in all the cookie baking compliments I could wring from my family members. We’re talking Les Moore levels of smug every time someone bit into one of these bunny shaped bad boys.

For those of you reading who celebrate the season, I pray your day was joyful. For those of you who don’t I hope you still had an awesome day, too.

All of us, no matter our beliefs, can together enjoy the mad rush of Half-Price Mini Eggs day tomorrow.

Crankshaft celebrates Easter like a California Millennial with a Catholic grandma across the country. About once every 10 years, just for the cameras, to make the old lady shut up. This year was an off year for him. So enjoy these reprints of prior celebrations.

I feel like this is a decent set up lacking a good punchline. Something like, ‘Too much candy is bad for him.’ ‘What about you?’ ‘The sacrifices we make for children…’
Classic Crankshaft as it should be. Part of me thinks the final panel should be silent, but other than that, a solid strip.
SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR DAMN MOMMY ISSUES JEFF YOU’RE SIXTY FRIKKIN YEARS OLD
(Oh, do NOT remind Tom that Jeff is part Ukrainian. I do not need him to use another war as a soapbox.)

Happy Birthday Funky Winkerbean!

(Do you know what a blizzard at the end of March, right in the heart of calving season means?)

(It means you only get an Anniversary TimeMop cover today. And I get to finally sleep after a day and night of coddling chilly newborn calves.)

This time last year, we here at SOSF were celebrating 50 years of this silly strip by exploring Act I and wondering if Funky Winkerbean would ever end.

Now here we are, a year later, watching something neither alive, nor really dead. The current Funkyshaftverse wearing old Crankshaft’s skinned face. A strange zombie creation. Ailing siblings grafted into one. Horrifying, reverse-engineered, conjoined twins staggering limply from one ashen grey, putrescent yellow, and sickly blue plotline to another.

And yet, this new amalgamation was born 51 years ago. So let us mark the day.

What rough beast, its hour come round at last,   

Slouches towards Centerville to be boring?

Mopping Up

Heya folks! CBH here again. I know Epicus just posted yesterday and hyped me up as indefatigable, but we’ve had a couple calving issues this week. (For which I blame Sorial!) Crappy weather, two successful assisted births, an ill calf we lost, and a full necropsy on a 500 lb feeder calf that passed. None of it too out of the ordinary for a herd this size, but it did eat up time today I was planning on polishing off a big ol’ Johnny Howard post.

Luckily for me Beckoning Chasm was working overtime and hunted up this mind-blowing Super Special Crossover Issue of TIMEMOP for all of you to marvel at.

Long live the photoshop master! Praise him with great praise!

(Note: If this amazing cover does not get sufficient praise, I will ragequit this blog.)

Hope to have the next deep dive post out in a couple of days.

(P.S. I don’t really blame Sorial. But I was thinking of him when dad and I were loading up the calf-jack a few days ago.)

(P.P.S. Sorry for all the parenthetical asides BJ6K, I know it’s an annoying crutch of Batiuk’s but I couldn’t stop myself today.)

(P.P.S.S. I love all you peeps, serious.)

Special Edition!

Found this one of the back of my long boxes! I remember how great this love triangle subplot was.

(Look, it’s calving season. You’re either getting stupid art or a dumb short post. But not both.)

Many thanks to Beckoning Chasm again for sending me the overlays for this.

More Animal Headed John Sunday Night!